Helping to feed Little Ben's curiosity through booksForgive me for yet another story involving my grandson, but this is a grandmother’s privilege.
This morning we had a call from our daughter via Skype. She had a funny incident to relate. Little Ben had gotten into her bedroom and discovered he could open the drawer of Stephanie’s night stand. Inside was a veritable treasure chest of curiosities for a 19-month-old who is intent upon discovering the world before leaving home.
One of the amazing things about motherhood is that a mother can be so different from other females of the species—those who do not have children. Among other things, a mother comes equipped with a built-in alarm system that sounds a bell whenever things have been quiet for too long. So it was with Stephanie who was doing something in the front of their apartment while her little boy was quietly at work in the back. Too quietly at work. Responding to the clanging of the alarm, Stephanie went to see what was up. Perhaps it was only a false alarm? Alas, it wasn’t to be. To her horror, she found that Benjamin had discovered a bottle of lotion in the drawer and, even worse, how to open it. It hadn’t taken him long to spread the creamy substance all over the night stand. He was looking for even more targets to decorate just as she found him.
Déjà vu.
Stephanie was around two years old. I’d been alerted to our bedroom by the same disquieting silence that causes mothers everywhere to lift their heads and listen intently—before running in search of a crime scene they know they're only moments from finding. Plopped atop our pillows, there she was with Vaseline all over her hands, in her hair, on her face, and smeared on our headboard. To be honest, the container was right there in public view for her to dip into, so I really couldn’t blame our little girl for her curiosity. Quickly getting past the initial shock, I’d started laughing. Today, twenty-five years later, with the perpetrator now the victim, I’m still laughing.
This morning we had a call from our daughter via Skype. She had a funny incident to relate. Little Ben had gotten into her bedroom and discovered he could open the drawer of Stephanie’s night stand. Inside was a veritable treasure chest of curiosities for a 19-month-old who is intent upon discovering the world before leaving home.
One of the amazing things about motherhood is that a mother can be so different from other females of the species—those who do not have children. Among other things, a mother comes equipped with a built-in alarm system that sounds a bell whenever things have been quiet for too long. So it was with Stephanie who was doing something in the front of their apartment while her little boy was quietly at work in the back. Too quietly at work. Responding to the clanging of the alarm, Stephanie went to see what was up. Perhaps it was only a false alarm? Alas, it wasn’t to be. To her horror, she found that Benjamin had discovered a bottle of lotion in the drawer and, even worse, how to open it. It hadn’t taken him long to spread the creamy substance all over the night stand. He was looking for even more targets to decorate just as she found him.
Déjà vu.
Stephanie was around two years old. I’d been alerted to our bedroom by the same disquieting silence that causes mothers everywhere to lift their heads and listen intently—before running in search of a crime scene they know they're only moments from finding. Plopped atop our pillows, there she was with Vaseline all over her hands, in her hair, on her face, and smeared on our headboard. To be honest, the container was right there in public view for her to dip into, so I really couldn’t blame our little girl for her curiosity. Quickly getting past the initial shock, I’d started laughing. Today, twenty-five years later, with the perpetrator now the victim, I’m still laughing.
Thanks for the memories, Stephanie. Way to go, Little Ben!
